Sword in the Stars (Once & Future #2) - Cori McCarthy Page 0,106
“By your own choices. You blame me for the universe’s troubles, but are you so sure I’m the author of this sob story? I’ve never once taken dominion over a single mind or a body. I’ve only given people choices, never taken them away.”
“Like when you kidnapped Val?” Merlin asked, ripping several stalactites from the cave’s ceiling and sending them to impale Nin.
Nin sighed and blinked out of existence. She came back, glowing and pouring a cold whisper right into his ear. “I saved Percival from the time period you were afraid to lose him to. I kept him away from your twisted old self. I let him watch over you in safety and comfort and I even made snacks. Really, I thought you would thank me.”
“Should I thank you for nearly drowning him, too?” Merlin asked, turning to Nin only to find that she’d blinked back to Ari’s side.
Nin shrugged. “You saved him. One of your finer moments, really. You got to play the hero, and it was adorable.” Merlin shuddered from the cold of this place, from the deep freeze of Nin’s soul. “We both know how the stories of heroes end. You won’t be able to save Ari. Back to the safety of being the magical lapdog for you, Merlin. Back to your true place in the cycle.”
Merlin flinched and unleashed a torrent of magic. Sparks hit the walls of the cave like dynamite, sending rocks in every direction. The water crashed, the lake churning up. But Nin didn’t look a bit worried. She was perfectly implacable. She was winning.
Merlin should have sacrificed himself to the lake without making a glitter show of saving his family first. Now Ari was dead, because he’d been too human. Because he’d loved them too much. He looked down at Ari’s body. There was still so much color left in her cheeks—was that a side effect of the Mercer pill?
“She’s gone, Merlin,” Nin said. “Or should I call you Kairos?”
The hurt of that name—that person he’d never gotten to be—crackled through him. His magic burned, looking for another way to take down this master manipulator. Merlin wasn’t strong enough. No one was.
No one rivaled Nin. Except… Nin herself.
Merlin sang a door into existence. A dark, starry portal right in the middle of Nin’s cave. He closed his eyes and fished through the past. Merlin found what he was looking for easily, because he didn’t have to stray from the path of his own history. When he opened his eyes, Arthurs were pouring out of the door. Forty of them, to be exact, stolen from moments when they were doing unimportant things. Sleeping, trimming their beards, training to fight the smaller-but-no-less-evil evils of their day.
Nin shook her head as her cave filled with manly muscles and varying historical hairstyles. Gods, Merlin had forgotten Arthur 29 had muttonchops.
“Heroes? I thought you would have learned that lesson by now, Merlin. Heroes are just well-armed boys that everyone uses to make themselves feel better about doing nothing in the face of horrors.”
“That… can be a painfully accurate description at times!” Merlin shouted. Nin’s eyebrow rose even as she floated softly above the surface of the lake. “But heroes can also give people hope to keep fighting. And these Arthurs aren’t the draw, I’ll admit. If I can’t touch you, maybe forty swords made with your own hopped-up magic can.”
That was the one thing all forty of these Arthurs had in common—besides the soul of an ancient king and a shared gender, of course. They all carried Excalibur.
“Arthurs!” he cried to the confused horde of warriors, kings, and celebrities. “It’s me!” They turned to him, and just in case the dislocation of being stolen from time was a little too much for their minds—gods, he’d have to make them all forget this later—he added, “It’s Merlin the mage!”
There was a strange chorus in which many Arthurs shouted that he looked too young. One tried to fight his way to the front to get closer to him: a dark-haired man who’d clearly been ripped away from a dream, judging by the mussed hair and the sleepy eyes.
“Oh, Art,” Merlin whispered. He’d conjured his Arthurian ex-boyfriend into this fight. “Listen to me! Nin is the reason you’ve been trapped in this story. You must use Excalibur to stop her.” The Arthurs looked at one another, and perhaps the spirit inside them recognized each other, because they all stilled and shared a moment before rushing at Nin.